"If you don't mind being
talked about yourself, you might think of him. If Carleton gets hold of
it, he's done for."
"'A little bird whispers to me that Robert Phillips was seen walking
across Richmond Park the other afternoon in company with Miss Joan
Allway, formerly one of our contributors.' Is that going to end his
political career?" retorted Joan with fine sarcasm.
Flossie fixed a relentless eye upon her. "He'll wait till the bird has
got a bit more than that to whisper to him," she suggested.
"There'll be nothing more," explained Joan. "So long as my friendship is
of any assistance to Robert Phillips in his work, he's going to have it.
What use are we going to be in politics--what's all the fuss about, if
men and women mustn't work together for their common aims and help one
another?"
"Why can't you help him in his own house, instead of wandering all about
the country?" Flossie wanted to know.
"So I do," Joan defended herself. "I'm in and out there till I'm sick of
the hideous place. You haven't seen the inside. And his wife knows all
about it, and is only too glad.
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